Iron County register., 1887-06-30

friendship, and in loud ringing tones
upon the battlefield! He heard the
harsh command of the officer, the deaf
ening roll of the drums; his head
reeled, he would have fallen to the
ground but for strong effort which
he put forth to control himself When
his senses were steady again he saw
the patriot-martyr dead in the chair,
the multitude heaving and swaying
around him with excitement, and he
heard the loud exclamation from the
platforms:
$50 perish all enemies of Spain and
Cuba! Viva Isabella! Viva Concha!
Down with all filibusteros and rene
gadoesr'
Another loud and prolonged flourish
of drums emphasized the proclamation,
while from some hundreds of loyal
throats came an approving huzza.
The sight, the words, the sounds
threw the man with the sombrero into
transport of rage. The soldier-spirit
stirred madly within him; he forgot his
surroundings, he forgot his own feeble
ness; he remembered only that he had
just seen Lopez bravely die, and had
heard his ascending spirit basely in
suited. Prudence, Judgment, safety,
all were thrown to the winds, as he
flung lis great hat in the air and
shouted IN a voice that rang like a
trumpet through the Paseo:
1.-The memory of Narciso Lopez shall
live forever! Cuba shall be free! Down
with all Spaniardsn'
The very audacity of the words
seemed at first to strike everybody
speeches.. Then murmur of wrath
ran through the crowd, quickly swell
ing to roar of rage and denunciation.
kill the filibustero! Down with the
Americans! To the garrote with him!'
With such menacing cries as these
| the mob closed round the devoted man,
| and long knives were brandished in the
air. Quickly the bayonets of the
soldiers cleared away the crowd, and a
Captain of the guard confronted the
offender. The latter stood quietly with
folded arms. look of defiance resting
on his handsome face
Speak" said the Captain, in broken
English. "Who are you9'
can American.
1--WE might know that! Fellow
were you with Lopez or Crittenden?"
The man returned no answer; he
stood proudly before his enemies,
neither admitting nor denying his
identity. The Captain, sword in hand,
was closely searching his face, when a
sudden light came into his eyes.
"By Heaven, I've seen you before!"
he exclaimed. "You were in the fight
at Las Pozas-confess. is it not SOP"
Still no answer. The mans eyes
never quailed, but he spoke not.
| "Ah," exclaimed the Captain, 81
understand your disguise now. Oblige
me by removing that hair, Senor Fill.
busterot'
The man laughed, actually laughed
at the announcement of this discovery,
and with one motion of his hand tore
off the great wig that covered his head
and shoulders. He stood revealed now,
man of about twenty-five, with close.
ly-cropped brown hair, ruddy face
bright, sparkling eyes, and powerful
though slender frame.
"You are right" he said, in a clear
| firm voice. "Concealment is useless
now; I am what you say. Twas with
Lopez in his glorious if unfortunate at
tempt, and wanted to be near him il
his death. fought with him at Las
Pozas-and 1 am proud of it. Do YOU
worst.
The Captain went back to the plat
form to report this strange occurrence
to the General, and to receive his or
ders. In few moments he returned
and placing a soldier with a fixed bay
onet at each side of the prisoner, ant
sending a platoon ahead to open a patl
through the crowd, he detached a com
pany from the nearest battalion, ant
gave the order to march.
Slowly the dense throng opened t
the right and left, and the prisoner wa
, conducted through it. Imprecation
were showered upon him, and som
, weapons were shaken at him; but tn
bayonets of the guard protected hir
, from violence. The eager crowd close
, up solidly behind the soldiers and fol